A walk in the woods

It's not just a walk.

It's a journey.

One cannot know the depth of meaning nor measure the connections made when we dare to explore the richness between what is and what could be.

I find myself nourished by the grace of such simple and profound moments.

An eagle in flight.

A branch heavy with ice and snow or a pond, frozen, displaying exotic

textures and patterns.

The hushed whisper of leaves that hang on till the last possible moment.

Moments frozen.

Constant motion.

Preservation of spirit

God's promises